User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-39940417-20190628084048/@comment-39940417-20190629070415

Jarky's body stiffened suddenly. She moved slowly foward, bringing her dirk up into fighting position and whispering to Farlow as she did.

"Keep very still and quite. Follow me. Remember, your bally life depends on it. Theres somethin' bad out there."

The smell reached the pairs ears then, a smell which was not uncommon in those dark times. The musty, sickly odour of death.